เข้าสู่ระบบEverything ahead of us seemed possible. Maybe even easy. This was a dumb problem, but we were going to solve it. Soon. It had all gone so well, in fact, that I think we got a little overconfident. And that's where things turned wrong. Well, wrong-er, anyway.I'd forgotten about before, when we'd walked down the hallway the first time. Changing clothes had been too awkward for anything to feel good. Now, though, my dick, and the spectacular sensations of my sister's squeezing pussy quickly reminded me. I could tell Madison was feeling it, too, her breaths coming in quick, sharp gulps with every step.So, yeah, this felt super good in all the ways we agreed it wasn't supposed to. But we'd endured it before, so I figured
Step one of leaving the house was both completely mundane and a total adventure. I was naked and Madison was wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. Putting on clothes was the bare minimum (again, pun absolutely intended). But it wasn't as impossible as I'd first feared. In fact, functionally, it was fairly easy.I pulled on a clean shirt with relative ease. Underwear wasn't an option, but I was able to pull on a pair of jeans. So long as I left the zipper open, they fit around our illicit connection easily enough. I could even snap the top button.Next it was Madison's turn. We agreed that she'd be swimming in my clothes, but it was better than figuring our way up a ladder into her bedroom. And, truthfully, something on the larger
Bending my knees and, using the wall for leverage, I shoved us upwards. It wasn't a clean stand, but it was a start. A couple more stumbling shimmies against the wall got me up on my feet, holding my sister in place at my waist. Madison wrapped her arms around my neck. Closed her legs against my back.This was difficult for sure, but it wasn't as bad as I'd anticipated. All that exercise I'd been doing was paying off. Plus, like I said, my sister was tiny. And she was both quite flexible and particularly strong. Competed at the state level, remember? Madison was holding herself up as much as I was carrying her.I took a tentative first step down the hallway towards my bedroom. Actually, this wasn't hard at all. I wasn't going t
"You'd really rather be stuck like this for hours instead of enduring a few seconds of...""A few seconds!?""Shut up," I said."I feel so bad for Karen.""Shut up! And her name is Kelly. All I'm saying is, it'll be awkward for like, a little bit. As quick as I can make it. But then my dick will shrink, and we'll be free. I get that it'll be weird, but, honestly, I don't see what the problem is.""You don't see the problems," Madison said. Her snarl would have been way more intimidating if she wasn't currently impaled on my pole. "That's right, problemS. Plural. First, if you cum in me, that means we really did have sex and I lost my virginity to my brother, and you cheated on your girlfriend with your sister."
But I want to pause here. Because, to this point, I'm sure you're dubious about all of this, but maybe not in complete disbelief. After all, there are plenty of stories out there where a woman (usually a blood relative) accidentally plants herself on a penis (or plants a penis in herself? I don't know the correct terminology). And I think that while we can all agree it's extremely unlikely, the scenario has achieved a kind of fictional plausibility (like bigfoot or aliens or even sibling incest, itself) where we're all willing to accept that it's a thing that might possibly happen, despite how overtly unlikely it actually is.So, if you're already raising a doubtful eyebrow, I want to make it clear that we haven't even reached the u
"An unlikely accident places siblings in a vulnerable situation."Enjoy..***************I realize that none of what I'm about to tell you makes sense. Every iota of understanding I have about life, the world, and even human biology tells me there's no way this could have happened. But I swear that it did.I was enjoying a lazy Monday morning. I'd spent the weekend home from the dorms to enjoy the standard 'free meals and laundry weekend.' I'd slept in because I was at an age (twenty-one years old, if you must know) where anything before 10am felt absolutely ungodly. The house was quiet in a sleepy, post-morning-rush kind of way.It would have been a perfectly boring day, except I made one, seemingly benign, dec







